My garden which has a bird bath has become a sanctuary for small sun birds and other species like this finch. The feral cats regard it as their personal hunting waterhole. This is the second dead bird I’ve found in the past month. They don’t even bother to eat them, though sometimes they surgically remove one small choice morsel like the liver, the Hannibals they are.
The birds continue to thrive and are very noisy. In fact, when it goes quite, I know a cat is on the prowl. I got an ugly black tom real good the other day when I put a well placed marble up his backside. Knocked him clean off the wall. In the past, my pup Ellie, was our early warning cat detector, even though she was terrified of them. Now I just listen for the birds, they’ll let me know.